Shattered

by Janet Nissenson

  Nick held her for long seconds, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before gently easing her away. “Why don’t we get the flowers into some water, hmm? And what’s all this?”

  He nodded approvingly at the bottle of champagne. “I see that you’ve managed to acquire an appreciation for fine wines, Angel. Glad that my influence has finally rubbed off. But,” he added with a frown of displeasure, “greasy Chinese takeout isn’t a fitting meal for your birthday. And I have a very different dessert in mind tonight than a cupcake.” He bent his head and whispered to her wickedly, “I’d take a taste of that sweet, juicy pussy of yours over cream cheese frosting any day.”

  She gasped as he slid a hand past her belly to her crotch, cupping her through the fabric of her skirt. “God, yes,” she breathed. “It’s been so long. I need -”

  His hand slid to her ass, pulling her flush against his fully aroused body, his hugely swollen cock rubbing against the notch of her thighs. “I know exactly how long it’s been, Angel,” he rasped. “And exactly how much I need to be inside of you right now. But,” he added as he stepped back, releasing his hold on her, “not until after dinner. And we can’t leave for dinner until you change into your new dress.”

  As she hurried to change clothes and touch up her hair and makeup, she realized that he’d offered no explanation – much less any sort of apology – for why it had been nearly ten days since he’d contacted her. Ten days during which she’d suffered the agonies of hell while wondering if he would ever call again or what she’d done to anger him. But of course she couldn’t ask him why, couldn’t even hint about the fact that she’d been so upset. Emotional attachment had never been part of their relationship, and she shuddered to imagine the consequences if she betrayed her feelings to him now.

  An hour later they were seated at the best table at her very favorite restaurant, drinking an even more expensive champagne than the one she’d bought earlier. She was wearing her gorgeous new dress of scarlet silk, paired with the sexiest shoes she’d ever seen – ankle strap stiletto sandals of scarlet satin. Angela had been thrilled to note that Nick was wearing her very favorite suit – a dark gray pinstripe teamed with a crisp white shirt and a dark red silk tie. She knew he’d worn it for her, that he knew it was her favorite, and she almost giggled with delight at how he seemed to be going out of his way tonight to please her.

  In addition to the dress, shoes, and red satin Fendi clutch, Nick had given her a gorgeous set of ruby and diamond jewelry – another choker-style necklace, drop earrings, and a dainty bracelet.

  He reached across the table and trailed a finger along the deep V neckline of the seriously sexy dress. “Red is your color, Angel,” he observed lazily. “Ironic, isn’t it, given that’s typically a color associated with the devil.”

  She tugged playfully on his tie. “Maybe you’ve succeeded in corrupting me.”

  He grinned, pinching her cheek. “So you’re a fallen angel now, are you? Or more of a scarlet woman? Hmm, no, I don’t believe it. To me you’ll always be my angel, no matter what color you’re wearing.”

  She slid her hand over his, turning her face to press a kiss to his palm. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Always.”

  Nick squeezed her hand. “Tonight I just want you to be the birthday girl. The pampered, totally spoiled birthday girl.”

  Angela laughed happily. “I can totally be her. In fact, I’m pretty sure I already am being her.”

  He drew her hand to his lips, sucking the index finger into his mouth, and she was glad they were seated – as usual – in a darkened, secluded corner. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Angel. I’ve got plans for you once we get back to your apartment. And, no, it doesn’t involve sharing the cupcake you bought.”

  She giggled, even as a shimmer of desire rippled up her spine and she felt her unbound breasts swell within the fine silk bodice of her dress. Fortunately the garment was fully lined so that the pointed tips of her nipples weren’t glaringly obvious.

  Nick had even arranged for a birthday cake, beautifully decorated with her name written across the top, and lit by more than a dozen candles. Several of the wait staff gathered around their table to sing “Happy Birthday” and Angela’s own heart sang with happiness. She was head over heels in love with the gorgeous, compelling man seated across the table from her, the man who had gone to great lengths to arrange this fabulous evening for her, who had hand-picked the stunning outfit and jewels she wore. And she was convinced that he cared for her far more than he would ever admit, for how could he have gone to this much trouble to make sure her birthday was something special if he wasn’t at least a little in love with her?

  She was filled with renewed confidence that everything was just fine in their relationship, that they were as solid as ever. The sense of relief that washed through her was incredible, and she told herself firmly that she’d been worrying for nothing, that things were exactly as they should be.

  In the eleven months they’d been together, Angela couldn’t think of a time when they’d gone more than a few days without having sex, and she could tell that Nick was as highly strung and needy as she was. Their awareness of each other grew and grew as the evening continued, but he only touched her very fleetingly and casually – a brush of his knuckles against her cheek, a squeeze of her hand, a light touch of her arm. In spite of the privacy their table afforded them, he didn’t attempt even once to touch her more intimately – to slide his hand up her bare thigh and higher, to where she’d been wet and ready for him all evening; or to not so subtly cup her breast, his thumb flicking over the tight bud of her nipple through the silky fabric of her dress. She squirmed impatiently, aroused just from being near him, from inhaling the scent of his soap and his skin, and she almost whimpered aloud with need.

  Nick gave her a knowing smile, almost a smirk, as he very deliberately lingered over a post-dinner glass of port. “How well I know that look on your face, Angel,” he told her in an amused voice. “But it won’t do you any good. I’ll fuck you when I decide the time is right. And you’re not quite ready.”

  She bit down on her bottom lip as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, struggling not to fidget. “I’m always ready for you, Nick,” she whispered.

  “Hmm.” He took another leisurely sip of his drink, regarding her with that maddeningly cryptic smile that both enthralled and infuriated her at the same time. “And here I thought we’d made so much progress on teaching you control, Angel. Perhaps someone needs a refresher course. Like, for example, tonight I could spread you out, tie you to the bed, and then make you wait for a couple of hours in that position.”

  Her pulse rate accelerated rapidly and she felt beads of sweat form between her breasts. Her breathing grew uneven as she visualized the erotic picture he’d just painted for her. “But what about – how can you wait -” she asked hesitantly.

  Nick grinned wickedly. “I never said anything about waiting. In fact, I can’t think of a bigger turn-on than watching you that way.” He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling her ear. “Watching you spread and bound while I come all over your belly and breasts, and then rubbing my cum into your skin. Next, I’ll flip you over and come on your back and your ass. The third time,” his teeth bit down on her earlobe and she shivered as his voice grew huskier, “I’ll fuck your mouth, come so hard down your throat that my cum will be running down your chin. And then, finally, I’ll give you what you want so badly.” He slid a hand up her thigh to cup her crotch. “I’ll ram my cock inside this hot, tight pussy so hard you’ll scream, fuck you so long and so deep you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

  Angela was shaking, so turned on that she thought wildly if he kept talking to her in that deliberately seductive voice she could have an orgasm just from listening to him.

  He must have sensed her distress, for he quickly summoned their waiter over and settled the bill, then hustled her out of the restaurant. She could sense his own impatience now, could feel the way his big,
hard body throbbed with need as they waited for the valet to bring the Ferrari around.

  He drove with his usual precision and control, but also at a faster than normal speed. Angela breathed a sigh of relief when he found a parking space close by her building, fearful that he would have rammed another car out of the way otherwise.

  He didn’t speak as he tugged her along in his wake, not breaking stride until they were inside her apartment. He wasted no time in unzipping her dress, the red silk sliding to the floor like a pool of blood around her feet. She was naked except for her towering high heels and the tiny scrap of her red lace thong.

  Nick’s hard, fully aroused body pressed up against her back, his hands cupping her breasts as his lips caressed her throat. “I want you to get on the bed now, Angel,” he rasped. “This is going to happen exactly as I described to you in the restaurant.” He pinched her nipples hard enough to draw a startled gasp from her throat. “However, if you’re a very, very good girl I might be persuaded to improvise every so often. Like right now, for example.”

  She cried out as he penetrated her soaking wet slit with two long fingers, hooking them inside her pubic bone while his thumb rubbed over her clit. She came instantly, her hands clutching his muscular forearms desperately as her whole body shook.

  He’d barely given her time to recover before giving her a hard smack on the ass. “Back on track now, Angel,” he growled. “Get on the bed.”

  Angela complied instantly, too accustomed to his domineering ways by now to even think of hesitating. He tied her to the bedposts with red silken cords, the binds feeling tighter than usual to her for some reason. Nick ran a hand over her still quivering belly, his heated gaze inspecting her body carefully, critically.

  “You’ve lost weight,” he told her with a disapproving frown. “At least five pounds, I’m guessing. Why haven’t you been eating, Angel?”

  She thought briefly about denying the fact, then considered fobbing him off with a story about working too many hours or having upped the amount of cardio she’d been doing, but knew he’d see right through any lie she could dream up. So even if hearing the truth angered him, she had no other option but to tell him.

  “I missed you,” she whispered. “I worried that you weren’t going to call again.”

  Nick shook his head, his fingers plucking at the narrow, lacy band of her thong. “That’s no reason to stop eating, Angel,” he told her quietly. “I’m sure as hell not worth you risking your health over. I want you to promise me now that you’ll never do that again.”

  She nodded, too mesmerized by his dark gaze boring into hers to deny him anything. “I – I promise.”

  He bent and kissed her cheek softly, his hand sliding around to squeeze her ass. “Good girl. Always so obedient. And always so sexy.”

  Nick kissed her mouth then, with long, deep swoops of his tongue, kissed her until she groaned beneath his lips and her hips began to lift off the mattress involuntarily. His deep, drugging kisses went on for long minutes, but aside from his fingers holding her jaw in place he didn’t touch her.

  By the time he lifted his mouth from hers and stood up to begin undressing, she was panting – breathless from his devouring kisses, and with every nerve ending in her body so tightly strung she knew she’d be able to come long and hard with the most subtle of touches.

  But Nick was intent on following his game plan to the letter – undressing without the slightest bit of urgency, smiling carnally as he watched her reaction to the sight of his bare skin. His cock was enormous, so long and thick and hard that she whimpered at the sight of it, longing to feel its heavy girth thrusting deeply inside her body. Instead, he began to stroke himself, his hand moving slowly and deliberately up and down the considerable length from root to tip, over and over again, until he began to breathe a little harder with each stroke. She licked her lips as her pelvis thrust up off the bed, almost as though she could feel him inside of her already, as if each time his hand stroked his penis it was her pussy engulfing him instead.

  A low shout was the only sound he made when he came, the thick, hot streams of semen landing all over her body – belly, breasts, thighs. As he’d tantalized her with back at the restaurant, he took his time rubbing every drop of his essence into her skin, bathing her in his scent, and the experience was so erotic, so deeply personal, that tears streamed from her eyes and she had to choke back a sob.

  “Shh.”

  He kissed each eyelid, his thumb prying her bottom lip open until she sucked on it. His mouth moved hotly down her throat to her breasts, and she yelped in surprise as he bit down hard on one of her nipples. He squeezed both of her breasts roughly as his mouth moved from one to the other, suckling on her over-sensitized nipples until she was squirming in renewed arousal. Her arms strained at their bonds, and she longed for her hands to be free so that she could clutch his head closer to her swollen, aching breasts.

  Without warning, Nick slid down her body and swiftly drew her clit between his lips. Her body was already so highly stimulated that it took mere seconds for her to shatter again.

  Afterwards, he returned to the script he’d recounted for her back at the restaurant – flipping her onto her belly; stroking himself to another climax and coming on her back and buttocks; then turning her again to lay on her back as he straddled her head, guiding his insatiable cock between her eagerly parted lips. Without the use of her hands she had to rely solely on her lips and tongue to bring him pleasure, and on Nick himself to control the depth and frequency of his thrusts. She took him willingly, opening up her throat to accept every hard, throbbing inch he gave her. He murmured to her in a low, guttural voice what it was he wanted, and she complied instantly, desperate to please him. And when he came, her jaw was too sore from the endless minutes of sucking him off to swallow, and the hot, sticky streams of semen overflowed her mouth, running down her jaw to her breasts.

  He untied her then, and had to lift her arms and legs to wrap around his body since she was too wrung out, her muscles too sore, to do it herself. Nick pressed a kiss to her bruised, bee-stung lips.

  “You’ve pleased me well, Angel,” he crooned. “As always. But I’m forgetting that this is your birthday and that tonight should be about your pleasure.”

  She cupped his cheek in her hand. “But your pleasure is my pleasure,” she murmured huskily. “Pleasing you is what I live for, Nick.”

  His eyes darkened at her words, but he was unsmiling as he trailed a finger between her breasts. “I’ve taught you well, haven’t I, Angel? Sometimes I think too well.”

  She shook her head. “No, never. I want -”

  Her protest was swallowed up by the incessant demand of his kisses, his tongue taking renewed possession of her mouth. And then her protests were forgotten as he lavished attention on her body – kissing, caressing, licking, squeezing. It seemed there wasn’t even an inch of her body he didn’t touch or kiss, and he kept it up until she was writhing in arousal, her hips thrusting up at him frantically, and she was begging him plaintively.

  “Please, ah, God, Nick, please,” she panted. “God, I need you so much, need to be fucked so badly. Do it now, please!”

  Angela screamed as he wrenched her thighs apart and rammed inside her body with one commanding thrust. He’d aroused her to the point where she came immediately, her body so primed and ready that it had only needed the feel of him sheathed deeply inside her to start the convulsions. And as he began to stroke in and out of her, the tremors only grew in intensity until it felt as though the orgasm was never going to stop. She wasn’t able to discern if there were multiple orgasms happening one after the other, or if the bliss she was feeling was simply one long, continuous climax. Either way, she had no choice but to hang on tight and enjoy the sweetness of the ride, her arms wrapped around Nick’s neck, her face buried against the side of his throat. Her long legs were entwined around his pistoning hips, her heels digging into his buttocks as she urged him on. He was wild, more out of control than s
he’d ever recalled him being, and he continued to drive into her relentlessly, fucking her until she was limp and sobbing from the demands he was making on her body. She was so far gone, so caught up in the wildness, that she wasn’t even aware of the cries she emitted, or that his body suddenly stiffened and went still at the words that slipped out from between her lips, as naturally as breath.

  When she looked back on it afterwards, she thought perhaps she might have passed out for a bit, for she honestly had no clear recollection of uttering the words. Either that or it had simply been a case of having had to suppress her true feelings for far too long, and her emotions finally reaching the breaking point.

  When he withdrew from her, she was barely aware, too weak and drained to murmur even a feeble protest. She fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, almost a state of unconsciousness, and it wasn’t until she awoke late Saturday morning – alone, of course – that she finally realized what she’d done.

  “Oh, God, no,” she gasped, her long hair falling around her like a curtain as she buried her face in her hands. “Please, God, tell me I didn’t actually say it, that I didn’t tell Nick I love him.”

  But even as she bolted for the bathroom, her stomach revolting violently at the realization of what she’d said, Angela knew it had really happened. In the very height of passion, she hadn’t been able to suppress her feelings any longer and had cried out her love for him. And as she vomited into the toilet, shuddering with the effort, she knew it was as good as over between them now – her punishment for having broken one of his most steadfast rules.

  ***

  When the better part of a week had already passed without a single word from Nick, Angela lost a little more hope each day that she would ever hear from him again. So when the text pinged on her phone late Friday afternoon, she had to re-read it several times just to make sure. It was brief and to the point, as most communications from him usually were, and she tried valiantly to tamper down the sense of relief she felt as she read it for the fifth time.